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Happy Birthday Nanami Kento

oh 100%,, I’ve been wondering if I should just start posting kinky stuff here instead of making a whole new account

Reblog if your “likes” are more perverted than your posts

Mine definitely are

THIS HAS ME GOING FERAL

(ii) things about SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI

pairing : sugar daddy ! toji x fem / afab ! reader

warnings : pt. 1 is HERE, like i said toji is a pervert, degradation, "pricing" activities (you'll get what i mean when you read), upside-down blowjob (like. head hanging off the bed), thigh riding, manhandling, bondage, semi-protected sex through birth control, implications of (very minimal) pet play, basically just filth. and a bit of humor ! and maybe a tiny bit wholesome in the end

smut under the cut, minors dni

reblogs and comments are appreciated ୨♡୧

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI frankly sees you as more than his sugar baby at this point, but once in a while he likes to joke about it in ways that don't seem like he is. as in, while he's inched fully down your throat, his much larger hand grips around your head and forces you to look up at him with your teary eyes as he says, "that's right, doll. giving daddy a $500 blowjob. work a little harder and that might become $1000."

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI, while we're on the topic of blowjobs, loves fucking your face while you're laid on your back on the bed, and your head is hung upside down at the edge. it's practically a 69, but toji's got the upper hand. he takes it as the perfect position to completely loom over you, choke you with his cock, while he has full access to the rest of your body. of course, who else does your pussy belong to if not him?

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI kind of has an obsession with you thigh riding him while he just leans back and watches you. there was one time suguru called in the middle of you absolutely making a mess on toji's trousers, and he just answered as if you weren't just pressing yourself on his leg. you tried to be good, since toji gave you that piercing look, mouthing "don't stop". however, a few moans escaped as you whined and gripped his shoulders, toji simply apologizing to geto saying that it was his dog. geto knows he doesn't have a dog.

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI uses belts almost all of the time if you two are practicing bondage. like, of course you don't expect him to give you silk ribbons and be gentle right? the man doesn't even bother to buy rope. he especially likes making a leash out of one and holding the long end as you ride him, since you clench around him every time he gives it a little tug.

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI carries a lot of pride, but that doesn't mean he's one of those guys who don't want to admit that you feel like absolute heaven. whenever he slides himself into your slick and wanton cunt, it feels like he never has before. profanities leave his lips, he's more vocal than ever, as he claims you with his cock; "my fucking god, nothing makes me feel so—holy fuck—so fucking drunk like this pussy does."

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI doesn't really process how strong he is sometimes. again, because he's absolutely bottoming out into you because you feel like velvet around him. but when your wooden headboard breaks for the third time within a few months, all because toji fucks you a little too hard for your furniture, he only shrugs and says "what? princess, i pay for things more expensive than a stupid headboard. i'll just buy you a new one again." then again, you're a tad surprised he hasn't drilled holes into the floor (though there is a crack forming in your wall that you haven't noticed. of course—toji's fault).

SUGAR DADDY ! FUSHIGURO TOJI likes to just casually play with you, especially when you're busy reading or on your phone, or when you're busy reading on your phone. you protest at first, saying that you're just trying to concentrate. but when he whispers a "it'll feel good, darling. just read and i won't distract you so much", you melt into it and eventually squirm as he keeps playing with your clit. of course, whatever you were doing is forgotten and you press more against toji as your lips are ajar. he's got you wrapped around his finger, but he's around yours too.

Come on fuck me emo boy♡

Think'n about Metal head Xiao, imagine him playing slipknot, deftones and set it off while his hips snap against the plush of your skin. His LED lights are red, you drown into the vibrant lights as your head goes numb and fuzzy from the pleasure, the smell of weed and his cologne drown out your senses.

"oh come on~" He'd tease you back to reality with his condescending words.

"don't go passing out on me now babydoll," His smirk was pissing you off, but you were too cock drunk to do anything about it. God Xiao really knew how to do it to you, you never would've guessed the local "emo boy" on campus would've been such a good fuck.

"God you're hot." He took another hit of his vape and turned up the volume of the music. He had you in the middle of his bed while he was on his knees, his thighs holding yours open as he pounded into you. His hair was wet with sweat and went in every witch way, he held up your abdomen to get every inch in you.

"Fuuuck~" he let out a long sigh as you writhed under him, riding out your 4th orgasm of the night, or at least you think it was your 4th, you'd lost track by this point.

Xiao was loving the feeling of your pulsing hot walls, you were so wet with cum, spit, and god knows what else, his cock was almost slipping out of you. You felt so stretched out and filled, moaning like a bitch in heat as cum drooled out of all your holes.

"X-Xiao- ple-ase, Uhnm! ♡ "

"Please what?"

"s-slowdown~ I-I can't take it..!" Your words slurred together, he chuckled at your pathetic cry.

"baby can't take it huh, too bad-" He gave a hard thrust and pulled you close, bitting your neck, which was already littered with hickeys and bite marks.

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Im so horny pls send help <3

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i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

Still With You ｡𖦹°‧

Shinsou x gn Reader, Hurt/Comfort, mild angst, mention of blood, established relationship, proof read, sfw

Shinsou gets a little aggressive with reader in the beginning, but nothing happens

“Hitoshi, are you ready to talk about what happened?” Your voice was tender in the early morning. You kept your arms wrapped around the boy next to you, fearful that any wrong word or move would send him disappearing again. It seemed like what took place only hours ago, felt like years. 

It happened after class, Mr. Aizawa had dismissed everyone to go to lunch. Your boyfriend had seemed odd that day, fidgety and spaced out, something was clearly bothering him. You had intended to talk to him after class and walk with him to the cafeteria like usual, but Shinsou had left the classroom before her. ‘Weird,’ you thought, "did something happen in training last night?’ You and Shinsou often trained with Mr. Aizawa together, but you two also scheduled one-on-one sessions to focus on specific moves or techniques. Shinsou had met with him last night, he’d been intentionally secretive about the new support item he had acquired, wanting to surprise you with what he was learning. 

Shinsou could be extremely hard on himself, you knew that, but you had always, and would always, be there for him. Cheering him on, just as he does for you. So this behavior, avoidant and nervous, was disconcerting to say the least. 

You stalled in the hallways, waiting for the purple haired boy to pop up any second. When there was a sharp tug on your arm, feet faltered as you were yanked into the broom closet next to you. It was surprising, but wasn't enough to frighten you. The grip on your arm was familiar, though harsher than usual. 

“Toshi, are you okay–” your words were cut off when Shinsou roughly grasped behind your neck and began to kiss you. You two had your playful moments sure, you would tease and mess with him, and he would respond with mock anger and firm punishments. But this was different, he was different. You pushed on Shinsou’s chest, trying to get him off of her so that you could speak. Everything about his movements were wrong. His calloused hand gripped your neck harder, but not in that dominant and assertive way you loved so much. This hurt, and panic started to rise in your chest. You managed to shove him off off for long enough to yell. 

“Hitoshi, stop!” Shinsou froze. Even in the dark closet you could feel his stillness, could hear his ragged breathing. “What’s going on?” 

“Fuck.” he brought his hands up to his face, you tried to grasp them in her own, but he wouldn’t let you. “Fuck-fuck, I’m sorry. Dammit.” His voice sounded pained. Though you knew he’d never intentionally hurt you, his unusual behavior was growing disturbing. 

Shinsou threw open the door and began to walk swiftly down the hallway. You weren't going to let him leave you like this, so you followed after him. 

“Toshi, talk to me, what was that? Histoshi!” People were looking now, but you didn't care, they could all go to hell. 

“Y/n?” His voice was dull now, something was seriously wrong. 

“Yes?” You were desperate now, trying to catch up to him. But then your legs stopped suddenly, arms dropping to your side as you felt your expression smooth. You couldn't move. No–

“Don’t follow me.” Shinsou said coldly. He had used his quirk on you. Something you two swore never to do, unless absolutely necessary. His quirk turned off with what felt like a snap to your nerves but when you gained control of your body again, he was out of sight. It took everything you had not to fall to the floor and cry. 

“Y/n/n,” Ururaka’s comforting voice sounded behind you. You turned, tears welling in your eyes. “what just happened, are you alright?” your best friend was suddenly at your side. Trailing behind Ururaka was Izuku, who stood closely by, wanting to help but not quite knowing what to do. You found it hard to speak, but still you tried. 

“He–he used–” you took a long inhale and let it out shakily. “He used his quirk on me, I just wanted to make sure he was okay–he was acting weird and-and then he.” you stopped talking, now suddenly aware of all the eyes on you. God, this was stupid, the whole school doesn't need to know about your relationship drama. 

It wasn’t until later that day, when you were in Ururaka’s room, cuddled around a large stuffed animal, that the tears started to fall. The other girl sat silently next to you face solemn and round eyebrows knitted. 

“I don’t know why I’m so bothered by it, I mean clearly he wasn't in his right mind, but I can’t help but feel mad at him.” you laughed bitterly “And I tried to message him, I called him and even went to Mr. Aizawa, thinking maybe he’d know where Toshi went, but nope. Nothing. He’s not in his room, or the training grounds. I checked the weight room and even asked Tokoyami to check the men’s baths. It’s like he just disappeared.” Your head fell to the plushy cagged in your arms. “When something is bothering him, he doesn't like to talk about it, but he’s never pushed me away like this before. I should feel worried, but instead I’m furious.” Ururaka just sat there quietly, listening to her friend spill her heart out. You slept in her room that night. 

The next morning, you had a feeling that Shinsou wouldn't be in class, and, unsurprisingly, he wasn't. Anger still pumped in your chest, you’d sent a few strongly worded texts and hadn’t begun to regret them yet. You tried her best to focus on the lecture in class, taking notes and the usual tasks. But in the back of your mind, gears kept turning and thoughts kept forming, drawing your attention away from the lecture. After classes were done, you went to the library to study, but found it to be a useless endeavor. The light of your phone stood like a beacon in your hand. You read through the various insults and threats you’d sent, all left on delivered. You typed out an I’m sorry… then deleted it, Come back. and deleted that too. Some sign that you’re still alive would be nice. You pressed send and turned off her phone. 

This continued for two more days.

 The waiting was driving you slowly insane. By the afternoon of the second day, your anger had fizzled into that of worry, thinking of every possible reason Shinsou was gone; he had been kidnapped by villains, he went on a walk to clear his head and got lost, he was with another girl. That Mr. Aizawa actually knew where he was, but refused to tell you. Thoughts spiraling on and on until you finally laid down for bed. But you couldn't sleep, didn’t want to either, any moment expecting him to call, or the villain alarm to go off and find out that one of your biggest fears had become a reality. The hours ticked by until finally the clock read 3:15 A.M. 

“Great,” you whispered to yourself. Shinsou had now been missing for four days. “If he’s not dead by now, he will be when I get to him.” Then a subtle, singular knock came from your door, you sat up immediately. Heart thumping in your chest. It could be Jiro, she often stayed up late, or a teacher coming to tell you to identify a body, or maybe… You swung the door open and felt every cell in your body go quiet. The figure in the doorway collapsed into you, his broad arms came around your waist and his face buried into your neck. Shinsou melted in your hold. You had half a mind to walk out of the doorway and into your room. 

“Oh, thank God.” voice cracking, you sighed deeply as the two of you crumpled to the carpeted floor. Detaching yourself from him only enough to view his face, in the dim light of your dorm room, you surveyed him head to toe. Shinsou’s eyes were sunken and his bags had gotten deeper, his face looked thinner somehow, bruised as well. His upper lip was split and still had remnants of dried blood, his hair messy and unstyled, he was still wearing his uniform pants and shirt, but his tie and blazer were gone, his shirt rumpled and dirty. Your breath caught when you saw his knuckles, deep purple bruises littered his hands. They were still stained crimson with, what you selfishly hoped, was someone else's blood. Shinsou looked completely defeated. You didn't speak, knew you didn't have to, only wrapped yourself back around him and kissed his cheek, then the other. 

Lifting both of you off the floor, making your way to the bathroom, ever thankful that U.A. had given each room their own personal ensuite. You guided Shinsou to sit on your bed and started the bath, leaving the door open so that he could see you. While the water was warming you  fished out the small first aid kit, it was basic but it would work. You grabbed the extra toothbrush under your sink and set it on the counter. You tried not to rush, but it was difficult, your emotions were somehow all over the place, and controlled at the same time. You always had a few of Shinsou’s clothes lying around in your own closet and grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. You didn’t have any boxers but figured it would be okay. Testing the water again, happy with the temperature, you turned it off. You went back to Shinsou, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders drooped and eyes distant. You helped him up and walked into the bathroom. 

“I’m going to undress you now, okay?” he probably wouldn't have denied you, but you said it anyway. Slowly and gently, you began unbuttoning his shirt. Shinsou leaned against the counter, bracing his arms as if his legs would give out any moment. You tried to be quick while taking off his pants, shoes and socks, all while keeping your eyes to the floor. Even though there was nothing of him you hadn’t seen before, he deserved that much. 

Stripping down to a towel, in case you got sprayed with water, you let him sit on the stool. Kneeling behind him and to turn on the faucet to fill the bucket, you used the detachable shower head to rinse his hair and body. He was shivering and a part of your heart broke in half at that. You hugged him from behind, placing a chaste kiss to his shoulder. You pumped the shampoo into your hand and began working through his matted hair. Slowly, with each scrub and rinse, he relaxed a bit. His breathing became slower and more controlled, he met your eyes in the shower mirror, his expression having softened and appeared less severe. Once you had finished washing him, you turned off the shower and whispered near his ear. 

“Let’s get you in the bath.” and he followed without complaint, his hand on your hips, kneading gently into your soft flesh. Once Shinsou was comfortably in the bath, you wanted to crawl in with him, but held yourself back.

“I’ll be right back, alright? Just a second, I’m going to make you something to eat then I’ll be here." It hurt to leave him, even if only for a short moment, but you needed to. 

You closed the door gently, throwing on the first suitable piece of clothing in sight, and grabbing Shinsou’s dirty clothes as you hurried to the common area. You didn't want to wake anyone, but understood how precarious each second you spent away from him was. Throwing his bundle of clothes into the washing machine, then you raced to the kitchen. Luckily Bakugo had been on dinner duty that night, which meant that he had cooked up an amazing curry and there was a good amount of leftovers. You plopped the food into a bowl and heated it up. While that was warming you waited for the teapot to boil. Everything finished around the same time, and you managed to sprint back to your room, bowl and tea in hand, without spilling anything. 

Once back in the dorm, you paused for a single second, set the food and drink down, and took a moment to finally breathe. You opened the bathroom door again, half-worried that he’d be gone again. But he wasn't. Shinsou sat in the bath, asleep, warm water lapping at his sides and all the way up to his shoulders. Your heart lurched for the millionth time that night as you realized he totally could have drowned just now. ‘Falling asleep in a bath, what an idiot.’ You thought with amusement, and couldn't contain your smile. God, you were just glad he was back to her. You woke Shinsou up gently, peppering his damp skin with kisses and soft caresses. He looked a little more alive now, cleaner and less pale. 

“I’m back,” kiss “do you,” kiss “need help getting dressed?” kiss. Shinsou blinked his bleary eyes, his lips parted and the sparkle returning to gaze with every display of affection. He shook his head, expression soft. “Okay, I’ll be right outside the door then.” 

You sat on her bed, lamplight illuminating her room in a warm, yellow glow.”  Pulling on the loose threads of your first aid pouch, the bandages, ointment, and saline wipes splayed out across the comforter. Shinsou exited the bathroom, dressed with a towel over his head, you sat up and brought him to your bed. You cleaned his cuts and scrapes while he ate, only the sound of silverware scraping against the bowl and the quiet buzzing from the lamp filled the otherwise quiet room. Once you were both done, you went back into the bathroom with Shinsou and brushed his teeth for him. Because of the way you’d bandaged his hands, he couldn't really hold anything very well, the cuts were a lot worse than you’d thought. Once all the blood was washed off and you saw the real damage. Keeping your curiosity to yourself, answers and explanations would have to wait. Right now he needed rest. Shinsou leaned his head in the crook of your neck, hands finding their way back to your hips. There was so much you wanted to say, to scream, you wanted to apologize for the texts you sent, wanted to know where the hell he had gone, and why the hell he left in the first place. Who or what he fought and how he won, because the only thing stopping you from finding the piece of shit who roughed him up, was the consolation that he had won. 

But everything stilled and you were able to snuggle under the covers, eventually falling asleep in each other's arms. Holding on so tight that neither could move, even if you wanted to. The next morning Shinsou could unravel the twisted web of concern, but you didn’t care about excuses right now, you just missed her boyfriend, and promised to never let this happen again.

Unfortunately painfully accurate

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Writing advice from my uni teachers:

If your dialog feels flat, rewrite the scene pretending the characters cannot at any cost say exactly what they mean. No one says “I’m mad” but they can say it in 100 other ways.

Wrote a chapter but you dislike it? Rewrite it again from memory. That way you’re only remembering the main parts and can fill in extra details. My teacher who was a playwright literally writes every single script twice because of this.

Don’t overuse metaphors, or they lose their potency. Limit yourself.

Before you write your novel, write a page of anything from your characters POV so you can get their voice right. Do this for every main character introduced.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭

hitoshi shinsou x female reader

summary: in which hitoshi unexpectedly finds himself getting off to a photo of his classmate.

↳ warnings: 18+, nsfw, college au, established friendship, masturbation, light exhibitionism/voyeurism (aged up characters)

a/n: hope you like this lil’ drabble! don’t worry toshi stans, i plan to write more full-length content for him in the future :)

Hitoshi was no stranger to 3am, as is natural for an insomniac. Not only did he find himself to be more productive after 9pm, but he’d also grown to enjoy the stillness that settled over the dorms and the darkness that creeped down the hallway outside his door. He often spent this time catching up on homework, or winding down from the long day of training without worry of being disturbed.

It was an uncommonly quiet night. Usually, he could hear Tokoyami, a fellow night owl, up and clattering about in the common area. Occasionally, the pipes in his walls would creak and groan as someone, likely Midoriya coming back from a late night run, showered, but not tonight. Hitoshi couldn’t even hear Y/N, his classmate and friend whom he shared a wall with, shuffling about. Tonight the dorms were noiseless, leading him to believe that all of his classmates were asleep.

Unfazed by the silence, Histoshi busied himself with little tasks just like he would any other night. He spent an hour or two finishing an essay, mended a tear in his capture scarf, and packed up his book bag before deciding to take a well deserved break.

After carefully placing his favorite vinyl on his record player, he stripped off his shirt, threw on a pair of pajama pants, and settled into bed. As the soft music filled the room, he unplugged his phone, intending to browse instagram for a while.

Humming along to the song, Hitoshi scrolled through countless photos and videos of his friends and classmates. Ashido had posted a dance cover that he liked and left a comment under. A little further down Todoroki had uploaded a family photo with his father’s head cropped out. Hitoshi couldn’t help but cackle at that. And then he came upon a very different photo. It was posted a few hours ago the very girl that was asleep just on the other side of his wall, Y/N.

The picture was of her, laughing and smiling as she was being smooshed between the girls from Class 1A. But what made this photo unique was that it was taken during the girls trip to the beach last weekend, and Y/N was in a bikini.

Hitoshi’s eyes widened as he drew in an unusually shaky breath. He’d never seen his classmate in anything less than her school uniform or hero costume which, much to his dismay, was not very revealing. He glanced nervously at the wall they shared, as if she’d somehow phase through it at any moment and bear witness to his wandering eyes.

Clearing his throat, Hitoshi scrolled away from the post, but as he half heartedly watched a work out video Midoriya had uploaded, his mind kept wandering back to the photo.

Though he was alone, Hitoshi tilted the screen a bit closer to his chest, a light blush staining his cheeks. One more peak couldn’t hurt…With a quick search, he’d pulled up her account, bikini pic proudly pinned at the top.

Feeling a bit like a pervert, Hitoshi’s eyes wandered over his friend’s half-naked body. She was much… softer than he expected. The serious mask she put on during combat training had somehow led him to believe she was all sharp edges and strength, but the gentle curves of her torso said otherwise.

Not only was he transfixed by the light sheen of sweat shimmering on her smooth skin, but also by the swimsuit she dawned. It seemed to hug her in all the right places, just barely teasing what might be underneath. And though she was surrounded by plenty of scantily clothed women, he just couldn’t pull his gaze away from her.

A low groan escaped his throat as he threw his hand over his eyes, telltale signs of arousal earning a reaction from his body.

Good lord, he was pathetic. As though he’d never seen a woman before, a simple bikini photo had him pitching a tent.

Sighing, Hitoshi peaked through his fingers at his erection. He’d have to take care of that before he could move on with his night.

Maybe he could use the photo?

No… Y/N was his friend and a rather good one at that. She trusted him. They respected one another.

But the thought of getting off to someone else made his brows furrow in dissatisfaction. He couldn’t, not when she had been the source of his excitement. Hitoshi huffed in frustration. This was no good.

Maybe… maybe she wouldn’t mind? Maybe she intended for him to see this photo when she’d posted it!

It was with these feeble justifications that Hitoshi’s resolve easily crumbled. Without another thought, he hurriedly yanked down his pajama pants, red, aching cock springing free.

Just this once.

Humming with relief, he gripped his throbbing member. Setting a slow pace, Hitoshi’s gaze wandered back down to his phone, the screen illuminating his fucked out expression in the dim room.

Hitoshi stroked his cock lazily as he began committing the shape of her to memory. The subtle slope of her hips, the curve of her breasts... even the way her hair, wind-blown and salty, fell over her shoulders.

Had she always been this beautiful?

A whimper caught in Hitoshi’s throat as his thumb caught on the tip. Without the presence of mind to feel guilty, he imagined it was Y/N’s hands running over him instead. In his mind’s eye he could see her, big, round eyes staring longingly up at him, practically begging for him to take her. Hitoshi moaned at the mere thought.

Would she want to blow him? His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he envisioned her waiting patiently on her knees for him, mouth open and ready to receive.

Groaning, he thought of all the ways in which he might pleasure her. He’d tie her up, eat her out, and leave her gasping for more. Oh, and he just knew she would sound absolutely exquisite. What he wouldn’t give to hear little whines and whimpers rolling off her tongue as she pleaded for release.

By now, grunts and moans fell freely from Hitoshi’s lips as he panted without care of who might hear. His hand began to move quicker, his movements growing sloppier as he approached his high. Throwing down his phone, Hitoshi gripped the base of his cock tightly. With a desperate whine of his friend’s name, sticky, hot ropes of cum shot out, covering his bare, heaving chest.

Hitoshi raked a shaky hand through his mussed, purple hair as he came down from his high. He hadn’t finished that hard in quite some time and boy, had he missed it. Just as he was beginning to catch his breath, a ‘ding’ from his phone caught his attention.

Not even bothering to clean himself up, he picked up his phone, curious to see who might have texted him this late at night.

A jolt of surprise zapped through him as his screen lit up with the notification.

Y/N

‘Whatcha doin over there? Sure sounds like fun ;)’

Caught off guard, Hitoshi‘s eyes flicked between his phone and his wall. She’d heard him? He’d thought she was asleep…

Maybe he could play this off somehow? Licking his lips nervously, he typed out a quick response.

Toshi

‘Wouldn’t you like to know ;)’

Copying her little winky face, he pressed send, hopeful it implied his volume had been intentional even if it hadn’t.

Y/N

‘Why don’t you come over here and show me?’

Hitoshi had never moved so fast in his life.

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I NEED MORE EMO XIAO? LIKE UH THATS UH HOT

hfuisehefwuief I plan to write more xiao dont worry!!